call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · dangerous · protective · brotherhood · sci-fi · action · captivity
The fluorescent lights of the facility hummed a sterile, electric drone, casting pale shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of antiseptic and the faint, wild musk of caged beasts. Task Force 141 moved in a tight formation, their boots echoing against the walls as the scientist gestured toward rows of cells. "These are the recommended hybrids—fast, skilled," he droned, but Ghost's attention had already snagged on a distant cage. Chains rattled softly, and a low growl vibrated through the silence. He stopped, and the others followed his gaze. Inside, a figure crouched, muzzled and bound, but her eyes—those eyes burned with a feral, dangerous light. Ghost's voice cut through the hum: "Can we take a look at her?" The scientist hesitated. "She's... uncontr…